Day broke over [Dragonsbreath Gorge] but it wasn’t the cool light of the [Novraya] sun streaming through the windows onto his face that pulled Neil from his slumber into the world of the living. It was a buzzing from deep inside him that roused him from his dreamless sleep.

The pile of furs and pillows in front of the crackling fireplace shifted. Neil stirred, a quiet groan spilling from his lips. The golem’s cock, lodged firmly inside his ass, slowly warmed.

If it weren’t for the unnatural stiffness of the golem’s stone flesh, the heat of its cock might have fooled Neil into thinking that he was speared on the end of a living appendage. Alas, it wasn’t so. Not that the golem was a poor substitute. The difference was subtle, and the way that it vibrated, stirring up Neil’s insides, more than made up for what it lacked in verisimilitude.

Neil bit his lip as he stretched, working the sleep out of his bones. The profound sense of satisfaction from last night was still there. He didn’t think he’d ever had a better night’s sleep.

The fullness he felt from the golem’s cock lodged in his ass hadn’t been an impediment at all. At no point in the evening had it bothered him to have a fat knot buried in his hole. If anything, it had been a comfort. It had felt good. Right.

Neil groaned as the golem shifted. It must have noticed that he was awake because soon enough it had clambered on top of him, pinning him against the ground with the weight of its stone body. The only thing between him and the floor was a particularly plush fur, though he wasn’t sure what animal the pelt had come from.

Unlike the previous evening, the golem felt decidedly more real. Its stone flesh must have absorbed the warmth from the fireplace and Neil’s body pressed up against him, but that wasn’t all. It was also as if the cold, unyielding rock had become somehow softer and more lifelike than before.

Neil had little time to mull over the implications of this discovery as the golem grabbed him by the wrists and pinned his hands above his head. Not that he’d had any intention to fight or resist in the first place, but his zakhar body responded very positively to his being restrained.

He was used to morning wood. It had been a fact of life since his teen years. Thus, it was no great surprise that rubbing against the soft fur, pinned between his stomach and the ground below, was probably one of biggest, hardest, most needy erections he had ever had in his life.

What Neil wasn’t used to was morning wetness. Fuck. The golem hadn’t even moved yet and he could already feel its cock getting slicked up as his zakhar body produced the juices that dripped out of his ass every time he was aroused.

It was funny, come to think of it. Neil had never failed to notice that he was aroused since his cock made sure it was pretty much impossible to be horny and oblivious. The fact that his ass leaked slick whenever he got hot under the collar only made doubly sure that he would never miss the fact that he was turned on.

The golem pushed into the space between Neil’s legs, using its knees to spread them apart. Its cock buzzed, vibrating with an intensity that Neil could feel not just in his ass but throughout his body.

Neil had toyed with vibrators before, but never one this powerful. If it got any more intense, his teeth would have started clattering together. He could feel his brain rattling around in his skull, as it was.

Not that he had much need for a clear mind—or thoughts, for that matter—as the golem leaned over his arched back and ground its hips against his ass. The slow circles that the golem traced out with its hips pushed its buzzing cock against Neil’s prostate half the time and eased it off the other half.

The steady rhythm was maddening, but Neil couldn’t deny that it was successful. It didn’t take long before he was clawing at the pelt pinned underneath him, his fingers closing around tufts of fur as his spine arched and his fuckhole over-produced slick in response to the golem’s careful movements.

Neil was so full and so wet that even with his asshole firmly clamped around the base of the golem’s big fat dick, it didn’t stop the slick from squirting out past his rim when the golem delivered sharp, short thrusts into him. Lewd squelching soon filled the air and all Neil could do was angle his hips and raise his tail higher.

He didn’t remember ever being this horny in real life. He couldn’t help himself. He bucked his hips against every thrust, eagerly impaling himself on the golem’s fat cock.

Neil had to wonder if other zakhar were like this all the time. If so, someone on the development team for Ascendancy Online was a massive pervert. He almost wanted to meet them, though he couldn’t decide if he wanted to ask them why they made the zakhar this way or thank them for creating such a slutty, unrepentantly sexual race.

The pelt Neil was laying belly-down on bunched up around his fingers as the knot on the base of the golem’s fat dick spread him open. If he’d been in his normal human body, it would have torn his asshole to shreds. His zakhar body yielded to it instead, his rim kissing the knot as it stretched him out.

After having had the fat knot inside him through the night, Neil felt oddly empty once it finally popped out of his body—not that he had long to miss it. Almost as soon as it was out, it was knocking at the gates again.

Neil’s knuckles turned white. His toes curled. The pressure built and built, but there was no way that his soft, sloppy, fucked-out hole could hold against the battering ram of the golem’s thick knot for long.

His spine arched, pushing his stomach into the furs underneath him, his cock head rubbing against the soft tufts of hair. He moaned and mewled like a bitch as he was forced to swallow the golem’s fat knot.

Every muscle in Neil’s body tensed as the relentless, merciless advance continued. And then, almost as soon as it began, it was over. The knot popped back inside Neil’s asshole with a gush of slick and a lewd, wet squelch.

Just like that, all the tension in Neil’s body evaporated. His eyes rolled back in his head as a breathless groan escaped him. He flopped on top of the fur pinned underneath him, his body practically melting as the golem’s stiff cock was firmly lodged inside him once again.

Of course, Neil was under no illusion. It wasn’t over. Not if last night was anything to go by. Sure enough, he’d barely had a few seconds to rest when the golem pulled out again.

He clenched instinctively, wanting to keep that delicious knot inside. It only made the stretch of his hole spreading wide around the fat knot that much more intense.

The golem yanked its knot out of Neil, along with an inch or two of its fat cock. Then, with barely a moment to recover, it snapped its hips forward.

There was an awful lot of mass and momentum behind that thrust. Neil lurched forward from the force of the impact, his mouth dropping open in a silent howl of pleasure.

Arousal rushed through Neil. It burned through his veins. It drowned his thoughts. He gasped for air, but all he managed to do was make his hole clench and unclench around the base of the fat dick buried inside him, his inner walls fluttering around the length of the unyielding stone member lodged in his guts.

The golem pulled out. It snapped its hips forward. Neil clawed at the ground, his tail rising higher as his cock pulsed and throbbed with need against the pelt under him.

The golem did it again. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Every thrust came faster than the last. Harder than the last. “More!” Neil croaked, overcome with lust and with nary a thought in his skull besides how good it felt to have the golem’s stone cock ramming into his guts and stirring them up.

What followed was brutal and animalistic: a rut that shook the very foundations of the quaint little cabin that the Patriarch’s gift, the [Cradle of Fondness], had created.

The golem was a construct. It had no mind of its own. It followed its programming, but it was vicious in its simplicity. The golem had a purpose, and it fulfilled Neil’s demand with gusto.

Desperate, unabashed moaning spilled from Neil’s lips as the stone golem’s hips rammed into his ass. If he’d been a lesser man, his pelvis would have been reduced to dust by the force of every thrust, but he was managing to hold up.

The golem rammed its fat cock in and out of Neil with ever-increasing force until Neil had no resistance left. Its knot battered the well-fucked hole until it was able to push in and out with hardly any trouble at all.

The sensation was intense. Incredible. It seared into Neil’s mind, driving him into a frenzy. He panted and moaned, his eyes feral, his fingers digging into the pelt underneath him.

He arched his back and worked his hips, as much fucking himself on the golem’s cock as it was fucking him. He felt like he was in heat, his tail raised as high as it could go.

Neil moaned and mewled, his cock straining and pulsing between his legs. He reached the edge before long. His cock throbbed, on the verge of exploding.

The golem didn’t care. It continued its work. It railed Neil against the floor, battering the fucked-out hole with its knot until Neil was screaming for the pleasure of it all.

It kept going, pushing Neil closer and closer to the lip of the cliff. There was no holding it back. It pumped its hips, slamming its cock into Neil with no resistance whatsoever to stop it.

Just like that, Neil went spilling off the cliff edge. He came hard, his cock spewing thick wads of hot cum all across his belly and the soft fur underneath him. At the same time, his asshole pulsed, his inner walls fluttering up and down the length of the golem’s stone cock. Waves of pleasure rippled out of his ass, washing over his body one after the next until they blended together into a singular moment of sublime bliss.

The whole world seemed to fade away. Time itself lost all meaning. One moment blurred into the next as white-hot rapture flooded through Neil’s mind.

After what felt like an eternity, Neil came down from the high of his double-orgasm. He didn’t know if he was ever going to get used to having such powerful orgasms out of his ass, but he was sure he didn’t want to stop having them. They were so mind-blowing, so incredible.

The golem tugged Neil into a cuddle and held him there for a good few minutes. They stayed in front of the fireplace, luxuriating in the warmth that radiated from the crackling flames. It wasn’t until Neil had fully recovered from the best wake-up call he’d had in years that the golem released him.

Neil had to wrench himself off the golem’s cock—with considerable reluctance at that—but he hadn’t come to [Dragonsbreath Gorge] for a vacation. He was here on a quest, and he had every intention of completing it, which meant he had to get on with his day despite feeling so empty all of a sudden.

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Neil’s ass was buzzing. Once he’d gotten some food in him and gone through his morning ablutions, the golem had bent him over and shoved the [Patriarch’s Favored Seal of Protection] right up his ass without so much as a word of warning. Not that he had any complaints—he was glad that he didn’t feel so empty anymore—but he would have appreciated a heads-up.

Just moments ago, there had been a lavish camp around him. There had been an outdoor kitchenette, a fountain for freshwater, a stone fireplace, and even a small cabin. Not to mention the golem. Now, the only thing left of the camp was a small, palm-sized piece of smooth white stone.

The entire camp had reverted to its compact [Cradle of Fondness] form, and Neil wasted little time stowing it away in his inventory. He had to admit, part of him had been concerned that the item would be a one-time-use thing. He was glad that it wasn’t. It didn’t look like it had limited uses, either.

Neil was refreshed. He’d underestimated how well camping with style would restore his energy, but if anything, he felt better than yesterday. It was a good start to the day.

He didn’t have any idea where the [Pallid Sovereign Blossom] was, but [Dragonsbreath Gorge] wasn’t an end-game area. If he had to guess, the layout of the zone was likely quite straightforward. If that was the case, then in all likelihood, the [Pallid Sovereign Blossom] was at the far end of the area.

Neil didn’t know if he could make it there before nightfall since, judging by the position of the sun, it was already pretty late in the day. He was sure he could make a lot of headway, though. At worst, it would only be another day or two of travel, and he wasn’t exactly opposed to spending another night with that golem.

He was loath to admit it, but he did miss the Patriarch. It was such a weird thing to think, having only known the man for a short while, especially considering the man was just an NPC—just a bit of code in an otherwise uncannily realistic game.

Neil shook his head. He didn’t know what to think. He didn’t know how to feel. There was a connection there, a genuine bond between him and the Patriarch. It felt as real as anything, which was what made it all so confusing, because none of it was real.

He set out with a sigh. He could mull over his existential questions later. Right now, he had a quest objective to work toward.

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Experience Threshold Reached!
 
Level Increased!
13 -> 16

Neil straightened up, sweat dripping down the side of his face. [Dragonsbreath Gorge] wasn’t, strictly speaking, a dungeon. It was an open world zone, but one that was rather unique in that it was set up like a dungeon.

If he was being honest, Neil should have expected to encounter a boss at the end of the path. The thought simply never crossed his mind until he entered the boss arena.

Neil could have chosen to retreat but coming into the fight with a few levels under his non-existent belt and the gear the Patriarch had given him, he hadn’t expected the [Lv. 25][★Snow-white Guardian Drake] to be too difficult of a fight. As expected, the enemy barely did any damage to him, but since he only had a level 1 weapon, he barely did any damage to it, in return.

The difficulty of the fight didn’t end up being how to avoid damage from boss mechanics, but rather how to stay awake throughout the entire hour-long ordeal. He wasn’t going to complain about getting a couple of levels, but the Patriarch could have given him something offensive in addition to the rest of the gear.

Whatever. It was over now, and that was what was important. Over the last few days, Neil had checked pretty much everywhere else in [Dragonsbreath Gorge] so whatever the [Pallid Sovereign Blossom] was, it had to be here, somewhere.

Neil looked around for any sign of the flower but didn’t spot a single one. He looked at the boss’ corpse, hoping that it might suddenly sprout a flower or turn into one, but to no avail. He waited for a few minutes, but when it became clear nothing of the sort was going to happen, he looted the corpse.

There was no clear message, no pop-up congratulating him for having reached the end of [Dragonsbreath Gorge]. It was to be expected since [Dragonsbreath Gorge] wasn’t a dungeon, but he’d hoped to get a clue as to the whereabouts of this blossom thing.

Neil groaned. He should have known better than to expect this to be easy. It was a hidden-rank quest, after all, and from one of the most important NPCs on the continent.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Neil decided to just bite the bullet. He’d have to investigate the boss arena. He was sure he would find a hint of some description if he just looked hard enough. He’d just hoped that he wouldn’t have to go through all the trouble.

Neil took a step back and tried to see the bigger picture. Something wasn’t quite right about the layout of the boss arena, but he couldn’t put a finger on it.

The zone map offered the answer he needed. The “satellite” view wasn’t helpful, but the simplified view showed that there was supposed to be a path leading past the boss arena.

Neil’s pulse quickened. He approached the spot in the wall of trees that surrounded the arena where the path onward should have been. The trunks were so densely packed that nothing could have gotten through, but just as soon as Neil came up to that side of the arena, a pop-up appeared in front of his eyes.

Congratulations!
 
You are the first to discover the hidden area [Dragonsbreath Gorge (Patriarch’s Private Sanctum)]
 
Rewards:

• 100,000 XP

Experience Threshold Reached!
 
Level Increased!
16 -> 18

Neil was elated at first. He watched with wide-eyed wonder as the trees shifted out of the way, revealing a shaded path through to a clearing on the other side.

Then he read the name of the hidden area. “Son of a bitch!”

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Neil should have expected that big old pervert to get up to something like this. It seemed like exactly the kind of mischief that the great Patriarch of [Brandt City] would get up to.

He had to admit, though, the view past the trees was stunning. There was a small lake in the back. It was fed by a waterfall cascading from a small cave in the cliff, but the crystal-clear water were also steaming, which suggested that there was also a hot spring inside the lake.

Right by the shore of the lake was a house. It wasn’t as large as the Patriarch’s residence at [Brandt City] but it was sizable. Bigger than anywhere Neil had lived in real life, in any case.

The true star of the show, however, was an enormous greenhouse adjacent to the house. The glass walls were intricately patterned, the designs showcasing such masterful craftsmanship as to be breathtaking.

If Neil had to guess, the [Pallid Sovereign Blossom] was in there. And while he was a bit annoyed that the Patriarch had sent him the long way around when there had been a perfectly serviceable warp point in the middle of the foyer at the house, he was excited to explore the grand garden that he spied through the glass of the greenhouse.

A magical seal appeared on the door when Neil approached, but it parted to allow his entrance when he got close enough to touch the door handles. The glass doors swung open on silent hinges, the dry heat of the interior rushing out to meet Neil as he crossed the threshold.

The garden inside the greenhouse was lush. For a man with the Patriarch’s resources, it should have been easy enough to set magic formations to automate the maintenance of all the plants, but there weren’t any of those at all.

There were channels that ran through the greenhouse, carrying water from the lake throughout the garden. There were pails and watering cans interspersed evenly throughout, suggesting that every plant specimen was meticulously and lovingly cared for.

It was impressive, Neil had to admit. It was entirely possible that the Patriarch hired someone else to take care of the plants for him—he certainly had the means—but somehow, Neil didn’t think that was the case.

As Neil explored the greenhouse, he discovered that it was rather meticulously organized. Every bed and planter was labeled with the name of the plant, details about its life cycle, and medicinal properties, if there were any.

Unsurprisingly, an outright majority of specimens flourishing in the greenhouse were aphrodisiacs, or could be processed in some way to create aphrodisiacs. “That old pervert,” Neil muttered under his breath. With great fondness, though. “Does that man ever think of anything besides sex?”

After wandering a few minutes longer, Neil eventually came across something strange. At the heart of the greenhouse, in the middle of a domed atrium, was a large circular patch of ground ringed by an ornate, foot-tall fence. It was made of a black metal that could have been iron, but Neil wasn’t certain.

It seemed that the plot was meant for the garden’s main attraction, but the only thing in it was a strangely shaped marble boulder. The plaque said that it was the [Pallid Sovereign Blossom], but no matter how much Neil strained his eyes, he didn’t see any evidence of a flower in front of him.

Neil stepped closer to the fence, brow furrowed in confusion. He stopped just short as the plug in his ass vibrated. It buzzed with an intensity that brought a moan to his lips before he could stop it.

In an instant, Neil’s cock was rock hard. The plug was pressed up against his prostate, pulverizing it with the powerful vibrations rumbling through it.

Waves of arousal washed over Neil. He panted and moaned, his knees knocking together as his legs threatened to give out from under him. The damned thing was only supposed to vibrate while it was being rubbed.

He bent forward, grabbing onto the top of the foot-tall fence for support. He hiked his tail into the air, moaning as the buzzing only intensified. He shuffled his feet apart, arched his back, and pushed his ass into the air.

Out of the corner of his eye, Neil noticed that something was happening to the marble boulder. It was shifting, which was weird, because rocks weren’t supposed to move on their own.

Despite the pleasure pulsing out of his asshole, Neil pushed himself up and raised his head. He looked at the “boulder” with wide eyes and got to watch as what appeared to be two leathery white wings, which had so far been tucked together so tightly that they resembled a large rock, unfurled to reveal what was underneath.

Neil gasped. He wasn’t even sure what, exactly, he was seeing. There was a large woody bush from which the two wings sprouted, but the wings weren’t the only things growing out of it. Three large flowers with petals arranged in such a way that they resembled dragon heads rose from the bush once the wings were out of the way. They were supported on long, sinuous necks covered in scale-shaped leaves that were pale white like the driven snow.

The “heads” even acted like genuine heads. They tilted one way, and then the other way, as if regarding Neil with curiosity. Although they lacked eyes, Neil could almost feel them looking at him.

Neil was petrified. He had no idea what to do. He’d read the plaque, but the description of the plant had entirely slipped his mind. He had no doubt it had perverse intentions with him. The plug wouldn’t have started buzzing otherwise. He just didn’t know what the plant would do.

He got his answer soon enough. The flower “heads” pulled back and while they had no evident expressions to speak of, Neil got the sense that they were amused.

Moments later, the bush came alive. At first, Neil thought that it might uproot itself and show that the [Pallid Sovereign Blossom] was a life-sized plant dragon, but that wasn’t what happened.

Long sinuous tendrils emerged from the bush—a lot of them. Some were thin. Others were thick. Some were smooth. Others were bumpy. Some were solid all the way through, and some were hollow down the middle. All of them dripped with some sort of clear, slick, sweet-smelling fluid.

A few of the tendrils ended with white flowers that resembled miniature versions of the three large dragon “heads” that extended from the main part of the bush. Neil was pretty sure he even noticed a handful of tendrils that looked like they had cocks on the other end.

Neil had watched enough animated porn to know where this was going. Part of him dreaded it. Part of him was excited. As a pair of tendrils lashed out to wrap around his wrists, he couldn’t help but wonder just what he’d signed up for, getting involved with the [Brandt City] Patriarch.

At the very least, his early-game experience was proving to be anything but boring.